Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
New Order,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.